Yesterday, Liam got home from Ottawa, where he attended his cousin’s wedding. Being a big fan of weddings and sappiness, the pre-sleep talk rolled around to the details. It apparently had a 50s theme. When he told me this, I realized I’d never put much thought into wedding themes before.
Me: I wonder what my wedding theme would be…. probably Jurassic Park.
Liam: … what?
Me: All the tables could be named after gentle dinosaurs, like the brachiosaurus or the triceratops.
Me: I suppose I could use the other dinosaurs too, but I don’t want people who sit at the velociraptor table to think that I see them as cunningly evil, or the people at the t-rex table to think that I see them as big dumb bullies. *
Me: Maybe they would feel better if there were t-rex cake toppers.
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Me: Would a Jurassic Park theme mean that the first dance would have to be “Jurassic Park” by Weird Al?
Liam: That would be weird.
Me: Yeah, I suppose you’re right. It would probably be better to play as the guests are sitting down to their supper.
Me: Decor would be easy. A few jungle looking trees, and you’re set.
Liam: Does this mean that your grand entrance would be to the main theme of the movie? (This is why I love this man.)
Me: OH MY GOD YES.
Liam: Amanda, that would be ridiculous.
Me: NO! That would be PERFECT. Admit it, you’d have fun at my Jurassic Park wedding.
Liam: I would. But you’re still ridiculous.
*I wouldn’t make anyone sit at the spinosaurus’ table though, becuase that guy was just an outright asshole.
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